The oceans shall rise and fall and rise
The moon shall swim across the skies
The sun shall glide on magnet ties
Upon the cosmic tide

And all will ride its course again
To tend what wills the gods may bend
So know my friend, as worlds go by
And stars pretend across the sky
And endless depths of heavens sigh
their breath upon the wind
Know in beds of what may lie
That this is not the end

No creature burned shall not unfold
The seed to turn another old
No ocean poured upon the sky
Shall not in weeping love re-lie
No star upon its final burn
Shall not churn dust, and thus return
To which the mysteries upheld
Have downward thrust in trust our weld

And even now, in minor plays
Of all the world’s entwining ways
Shall there be end to setting days
That don’t return again

So be not mad or sad of eyes
To sundered halves and wondered whys
Of thundered paths to tender lives
That fall upon their end

Tis but a bend within a path
Round which cannot be seen
Through forest halls of falling trees
That birth to other green

Tis but an earth that turns upon
An axis born of dusk and dawn
To face again a place that’s gone to dark with different light

Oh humble dream of crumbled plots
To mirror paths of cosmonauts on magnet tide
Who pass unto the other side to twirl and spin again
In ever-stretching etching ways
Of all our long forgotten days
That can’t forget the way it stays the same as we intend

So know my friend, as worlds go by
And stars pretend across the sky
And endless depths of heavens sigh
their breath upon the wind
Know in beds of what may lie
This is not the end.